Juggernauts Gem Heist

May 05, 2018:

Juggernaut wants his gem. Superman does not want people to get hurt.

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Fade In…

So it's a pretty typical afternoon in this part of Metropolis with the warm weather allowing people to attend to their affairs and enjoy matters with a smile on their faces and good cheer towards one another. Why, it's such a nice day out that it's brought out even the most unusual of individuals such as a particularly huuuuuge man with red hair and dark sun glasses and snazzy custom fit business casual clothing. He looks like he ate a football team for breakfast, all seven feet and who knows how many hundreds of pounds of him, but he's also busy minding his own business, swamping a park bench with his body as children play nearby eye him with wonder while parents eye him with mild caution. He simply reads the latest edition of The Planet, while occasionally checking his watch ..and the afternoon wears on.

Eventually, after a final watch check he nods his head, gets up, and begins to make his way out of the park and back towards the neighborhood streets, eventually disappearing into an alley between two store fronts.

An armored truck begins to make its way through the area shortly after, heading towards an intersection that would ultimately connect it to the freeway to make its way downtown, bound for some important vault or another. It's all pretty normal and everyday.. that is..until there is a flash of red light, the ground begins shaking, and then a titanically muscled, reddish armored, and nine foot plus behemoth thunders into view, stepping casually into busy traffic and heading into the path of the incoming armored truck. Horns blaze, cars screech ..and people start to panic. It's no longer a typical afternoon.

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[Exterior – Bakerline near Dog-Gone Hotdogs – Metropolis]

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Superman says, “Thanks, George,” the mild-mannered reporter says brief-case in one hand as he reaches to stick his wallet into the inside pocket of his suit coat. In doing so he manages to only get half of the fold in and so an assortment of items like credit cards, business cards, scraps of receipts, spill out all over the Bakerline sidewalk.”

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[Exterior – Bakerline near the Intersection – Metropolis]

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Superman says, “It’s a tempting target,” Superman admits taking two strides for every one of the giant’s his voice casual in its authority, “but it’s not worth the hassle. Gems. Artwork. Easy enough to carry undistracted but," there's a pregnant pause, "I'd much rather talk through this."”

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[Exterior – Bakerline near Dog-Gone Hotdogs – Metropolis]

“Thanks, George,” the mild-mannered reporter says brief-case in one hand as he reaches to stick his wallet into the inside pocket of his suit coat. In doing so he manages to only get half of the fold in and so an assortment of items like credit cards, business cards, scraps of receipts, spill out all over the Bakerline sidewalk.

Cain Marko trudges past. George, longtime proprietor of the Dog-Gone Hotdog, stares slack-jawed as the looming shadow passes over him. As he moves past Clark Kents stands upright and hurridly inserts the wad of objects back into his wallet, “Golly, is it going to rain?” He asks squinting at the sky for the brief shadow.

This time the reporter puts his wallet into his back pocket and takes the steaming foot-long dog from the vendor. Balancing it awkwardly in one hand he reaches for the napkin dispenser and successfully acquires both napkins and spills both onions and relish onto the sidewalk in doing so, “Sorry.”

Walking down the street Kent’s mouth waters in anticipation and he takes the first bite – losing more relish and onions in the process.

‘SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH’ ‘HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK’

[Exterior – Bakerline near the Intersection – Metropolis]

All at once there is a wind. No, not a wind. A blur of motion. As concurrently citizens near-to the street where cars swerve out of the way are suddenly relocated further away. When the blur dissipates it does so into Superman whom jogs several steps to join Cain’s side. The Man of Steel positively dwarfed by the Unstoppable Juggernaut.

“It’s a tempting target,” Superman admits taking two strides for every one of the giant’s his voice casual in its authority, “but it’s not worth the hassle. Gems. Artwork. Easy enough to carry undistracted but," there's a pregnant pause, "I'd much rather talk through this."

*

The behemoth flexes, muscles straining against the armor and producing a sound like plates of landmass grinding together. The force of the muscle fiber twitching enough to cause a depression to form under him as cracks spread out beneath him. His chest expands and his arms splay out at an angle like some sort of nightmarish bodybuilder. He seems to literally fill up the middle of the street and there's nowhere for the truck to go but straight into him.

Aaaaand..suddenly Superman. The flurry of action followed by his arrival by the giants side causes him to turn slightly, distracted from his prior intention and the armored truck manages to swerve at the last second to avoid slamming into the giant but instead manages to tumble into the a fire hydrant, popping it loose and sending water spraying everywhere. Still a better end then hitting the goliath.
he Juggernaut breathes a heavy rumbling sigh that sounds like a distant earthquake quietly rumbling, clearly annoyed. Then he responds with that heavy bass voice tinged with the aggravating aggressive tone usually carried by the typical school yard bully or college jock that refuses to grow up and thinks of a school yard bully that just refuses to grow up and probably puts lunch money theft on his resume..

"You here to be the local good guy? Cute. But there's something In there that belongs to me. I might take a few extra things to help cover the bother of me coming all this way though but just let me get what 's mine and I'll be on my way."

The shadows cast by that domed helm of his obscure most of his features but that doesn't prevent his full toothe grin from appearing dramatically, like a grinning shark. "No need to get messy about it. Now if you'll 'scuse me?"

*

“No, I won’t.” The Man of Steel says in firm declaration.

As Juggernaut steps forward Superman lifts three feet from the ground and grabs hold of him at his back where the giant’s girders and rivets create a surface suitable enough for a human-sized man to hold.

Superman’s right arm flexes first gently. Then more so until its positively bulging at his arm. Impossibly strong the Last Son of Krypton had thought himself able to heft the bully from his feet to scold him about his life of crime. Except there is more at play here than simple physics. The Juggernaut’s abilities make it impossible for Superman to suspend his forward momentum and yet if Juggernaut is aware of forces that act against his power he would find that Superman’s force seems itself to defy reality.

Momentarily challenged he reaches to grab hold with his other hand and lift. HEEAVE. Face knotting in consternation. Not at all accustomed to any object of any size so blatantly resisting abilities beneath a yellow sun.

*

The timing was -just- right as Juggernaut can be lifted if surprised, caught off guard and not either braced or otherwise moving and exercising his nature as an unstoppable force..

But fortune favors him in this sense as he had begun to make his way towards the armored truck again and so a bizarre contest begins with the giant literally dragging Superman along with him in a visual sight that could be considered funny if it wasn't actually potentially terrifying when one considers just how much power is being exerted between the two of them.
He cannot be stopped but he can be slowed, so his movements are sluggish as they drag against the efforts of Man of Steel. He will get to where he's going but the interference is enough to raise his ire even more and his teeth grit as he seethes,

"Look pal, you might be the local hero but I got places to go and things to do. You want to get in my way..?"

He pauses and suddenly pivots and in the space of an instant Superman finds a fist the size of the largest of wrecking balls hurtling up towards him with a building shockwave of force that thunders a sonic boom that will shake the region for blocks around as it blasts into the Last Son with enough power to send him hurtling skywards, threatening to tumble away so far as to hurtle out of sight with force that would make an enraged Hulk cringe and that has sent other heroes flying for miles.

The impact sends any pedestrians nearby tumbling to the ground, shatters windows and depression a huge crater around the giant from the expanding shockwave.
r"..That's yer problem." He finishes..though he suddenly realizes that the force of his own punch coupled with where Superman was gripping him means his helmet went sailing as well, revealing his skull capped visage now. "TTh. Great, now I need to make another helmet again!"

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«THOOM»

Not braced for the blow. In fact actively trying to go the opposite direction; the force of the blow tears Superman’s grip from Juggernaut and sends him hurtling end-over-end towards the mesosphere.

There is a beat of silence and then terror. The populace scatters like roaches screaming as they seek shelter in the very buildings whose windows were demolished by the concussive force of the Juggernaut’s blows. Inside the armored car the guards come bumbling out their instinct to draw their weapons completely overridden by the Juggernaut’s terrible size and the first-hand account of what the brute did to Superman. They also flee.

Look. Up in the Sky..

The sheer force of Superman’s movement sunders the atmosphere creating a shriek from the displacement of air that increases in intensity the closer he draws. At a distance it looks like he’s headed back in but roughly three hundred feet above he pumps the breaks. The angle of his body reverses as he leans backward so that he’s vertical to the ground cape whirling furiously at his back as the drag caused by the movement blows him off course - at least if his intent was to impact Marko.

He overshoots the Juggernaut by a hefty margin and slows greatly as if skidding to an aerial halt above the van. Which he reaches to procure by thrusting a hand through its blown front window and grabbing the lift of the roof.

Clearly he intends to take it up, up, and away.

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The Juggernaut swivels his head back and forth, moving it like a tank turret given how enormously thick his neck is, and eyeing the various pedestrians as they scatter every which way. He's a monster true enough, but he's no interest in hurting any of them. Collateral damage though..? Well..tough break. Life happens.

He once more begins to bear down on the armored vehicle, barely affording the guards a glance as they try to create some distance between themselves and the terrible goliath. He curls his lips slightly and then allows a slight smirk. "Smartest guards Ive ever seen. I guess Metropolis really is the City of Tomorrow. They've learned!"

His levity is short lived though. The sound of Superman's approach is enough to draw his full ire and he turns just in time to see Superman go blazing overhead in a blur of colors and then seize hold of the prize Juggernaut is intent on claiming. The fact that Superman seemed to have weathered that blow fairly well is not lost on the titan either and he seethes even more so, muscles bulging and knuckles cracking like the sound of boulders being splintered,

"Hey! I said it's mine!" he rumbles, "Just give me what I want..and I'll leave!" he starts walking closer, shaking the ground with each footfall, "I got a good lead on what's in there and I'm not going home without it!"

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The Juggernaut swivels his head back and forth, moving it like a tank turret given how enormously thick his neck is, and eyeing the various pedestrians as they scatter every which way. He's a monster true enough, but he's no interest in hurting any of them. Collateral damage though..? Well..tough break. Life happens.

He once more begins to bear down on the armored vehicle, barely affording the guards a glance as they try to create some distance between themselves and the terrible goliath. He curls his lips slightly and then allows a slight smirk. "Smartest guards Ive ever seen. I guess Metropolis really is the City of Tomorrow. They've learned!"

His levity is short lived though. The sound of Superman's approach is enough to draw his full ire and he turns just in time to see Superman go blazing overhead in a blur of colors and then seize hold of the prize Juggernaut is intent on claiming. The fact that Superman seemed to have weathered that blow fairly well is not lost on the titan either and he seethes even more so, muscles bulging and knuckles cracking like the sound of boulders being splintered,

"Hey! I said it's mine!" he rumbles, "Just give me what I want..and I'll leave!" he starts walking closer, shaking the ground with each footfall, "I got a good lead on what's in there and I'm not going home without it!"

A pumping of his enormous legs sends him leaping forward and beyond the van towards bottlenecked traffic where a woman is desperately trying to get her car into reverse along with others fleeing the area.

"Sorry toots. Just business." Juggernaut rumbles out before reaching a huge hand under the hood of her car..and then launching it straight up! The car hurtles like a rocket, and then is followed by another one, this one a pickup truck, that likewise is occupied as it tumbles skywards. Yeah he's a bastard..but he's also counting on Superman being Superman.

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